( As well-nigh of what I write is related to non-consent or whoredom, I thought it would be fun to whip out a one-chapter short-story from a bit more than of a `` amatory '' angle. GIVE ME YOU COMMENTS, and enjoy ! ! ! )

There's only one car in the car port, and I stroll by and use the key she gave me back when all this started, and let myself in. The Kitchen is tender in comparison to the slip over from my ( parent's ) house next door. It's a large upscale neighborhood with the houses widely spaced, and it's a typical cold December morning. I've been home for nearly of my University's Jr semester due to Covid. My online class sign on isn't for more than than an time of day, Julie's husband has left to go for morning java with his mates.

'' Late. Again. '' She says. Julie cant may be double my age, but standing 5ft. 5, with near waist-length straight brownish blond tomentum, sonsy hips, & big breast, she is a tot bombshell, a trophy-wife for her much bearer husband. But right now, she is angry, and her statement is both a swearing and accusation.

'' What ? '' I ask as softly as I can, with a sly smile for affect. I know I'm late. It's absolutely intentional

'' Not funny. Sometimes you're an SOB. '' She grumbles.

I've already stripped off my jacket. `` I 'm meritless. '' I say, lying thru my tooth, and then I drop and step out of my sudor & underclothes, showing off my bulging, engorged putz. I pull off my shirt to chow off my thorax and abs as I walk across the kitchen towards her. It 's really not much of a look risk. We know why I'm here, it's why she had a key made for me, and it shows in how she looks at me now ; her sass constituent the petite bit as her eye move down me and I 'm not sure she 's even aware of it. As crazy-sexy as she is, I know she's pissed, and there 's a retentive second where she stands there, limb crossed, sum resting bitch face that I'm thinking she might recoil me out and be done with me, as this is far from the offset time I've done this. I decide to go all in. I walk to her and use up her articulatio radiocarpea as she steps back out of the kitchen. I gently pin her to the hallway wall.

'' I'm getting tired of your shit, & I'm convinced you don't tending about me, so cease it. As in rightfulness now. '' she says.

Ordinarily I would, but the fact is I am enamored with this MILF. I close in, but I wish I could look down and watch her perfective tense nipples start to harden through her lean long sleeved shirt. I can certainly feel them. Julie struggles back but I hold her still. Slowly, with gentle strength and without letting go of her carpus, I slide her arms, against the wall and up over her principal. `` I 'm dreary. '' I say as softly and sincerely as I can. Almost kissing her lips with my apology.

'' You 're being an asshole. And I told you to cease. '' she says to me, her bitch-face not changing. She means it, but she 's almost kissing me back. And now, leaning into her I can feel her nipples poking me through her shirt, her breath a little short. Her sex is intoxicating.

'' I think there are parts of you that might already forgive me. '' I say as I pin her against the bulwark with my wholly physical structure, my hips holding hers absolutely still, her wrists squeezed tightly in my hands, my stopcock growing surd against her. She's still mad, but I swear there 's almost a grin on her look when she feels it, and there 's no way she can't.

'' No. I told you to stop. '' she says coldly, but really it 's more than a dare than anything else.

I kiss her, but she still plays the part. When the kiss faulting I look her in the center. `` nooky you. '' she says, trying to catch her breath, like she might mean it a couple of dissimilar ways. I put her left radiocarpal joint together with her right one, into one hand and squeeze them almost enough to hurt. Reaching down with my give up hand, I lift one of her legs up off of the primer and impress my body down so that my shaft can slide between her legs, against her pussy through her pajama. Silk pajama, expensive unity at that, and I know she can experience every in of the angry red monster rubbing against her, trying to notice a way in. Both her wrist joint in one hand now, I kiss her again as I slide my other hand down her recruit leg, along the inside of her pep pill thigh, and then against her hot cunt through the silk. She moans into my lip as I cup her, and then softly, slowly, grind that sexy lump of a kitty-cat with my whole hired hand. I can feel my movements shoot through her, the pleasure competing with the ire, I can already experience the wet, but she is n't done just yet ; still moaning, she bites my bottom lip hard. Hard enough so I can sample blood.

When she lets go we just stare at each early. I 'll never bury her face at that moment ; the mixture of fear, anger, and the lecherousness in her heart : so angry and yet so nugy for that percentage of me she has been desiring as she lay with her husband.

Without breaking eye liaison I slip my hired man into her PJ 's and slide two fingers into her cunt. She gasps & looks away as I finger-fuck her slow and rough, almost lifting her off of the base. Her headland falls back limply against the wall, says sapless"I told myself no more !"and then she starts to roll her hips down into my finger's breadth. She an't standstill it, she can't live without me, and already she 's so finale to cumming.

I quickly let her wrists go, slide my finger out, snaffle the buns of her shirt and lift it up and off of her body until it covers her shoulders, face, and arms, limiting her motility, and then I grab all of the cotton and child's play it up tightly in one hand, using it to bind her, again trapping her arms above her head. I free her head from the shirt with my other hand, kiss her roughly, and she returns it with passion and a quiet"Yes-s-sss…"

I untie her PJ 's and let them slip down her pegleg into a puddle of silk on the floor at her human foot. I lift her now bound arms luxuriously over her head, stretching her, bringing her up onto the glob of her feet. `` That was n't gracious at all '' I say and slide my wet fingers slowly down her pussy again and tip in conclusion to her, as her hip move to try and work my finger's breadth back inside. She kisses my bottom lip tenderly, sucking on it so softly with another bright moan.

I slip my hand tenderly back up her taught trunk, moving upwards this time until I 'm cupping her leftfield titty. Julie's titty are all instinctive, she doesn't need implants, so I take her pap, softly squeezing and gently tugging it outwards while still kissing her. I break the osculation and say `` You should be overnice to me. '' and then I take her nipple between my thumb and initiatory finger, and gradually hold Thomas More and to a greater extent pressure, eventually pinching her nipple so hard that her entire body stiffens, every muscleman locking up with the pain. I let go as soon as she cries out.

I do n't want to penalize Julie, nor do I want to tame her or have her as some kind of monomania. Julie hates that it's like this, but she knows that where she is wild and replete of blast, I keep her from burning out of control. She wants this. If she knew you well and spoke to you privately, Julie would secern you that she needs this.

I Continue to hold Julie against the bulwark as I kiss her lips softly and then impress down to bring her tit into my mouth. The tit is great when combined with jot of her pussy juice from my fingers. She tremble while the pleasure and pain mix around interior of her, and my hand moves back down to her cunt again. I slide the two fingers back into her as slowly as I can. I let go of her mammilla with a gentle sucking pop, and then move up to kiss her deeply as I again work my finger's breadth in and out of her. It makes her pant with a hint of whimper. I have to smile at how quickly I again have her on the edge of orgasm. THIS is why Julie needs me.

Instead of letting her come, I stand her back on her feet and, still holding the cinched up shirt that binds her arms, turn her so she 's facing away from me ; elbows against the wall, her ass against my low-down belly. Julie can finger the stallion length of my engorged, fully set up cock as it lays along the distance of her slit and then some. I shift and begin to turn out my hip joint to rub it up and down her cunt, and when I stop, she moves herself on it, against it, trying to slither it into her. Still holding my rooster, I listen to Julie moan in foiling and ease herself with the tip of it for a little spell.

Julie whine and mons veneris and twists, but she knows. She knows she has to ask me.

I take a clump of hairsbreadth, tugging to let her sleep together who is in control, & when I say her name she compulsively moans. `` Ask. '' it 's all I say, and I 'm surprised at how composed I sound.

'' Please ? '' She moans, `` Please Saint David, can I have your cock ? Please use your turncock to bang me. ``

At last, I move my hand away and she slides down, taking all of me inside her. She starts coming before she can slew all the way back up. She falls against me, taking me all the way into her and crying out, all of her brawn locking up with a different sensation this time. Her pussy spasms wildly on my stopcock, the rest of her soundbox a sweep up mass of shiver and twitches as she loses her legs. I shift myself to catch her, mostly with my cock but also with my unloosen arm, and the slight apparent motion only serves to step up her orgasm, making her cry out again.

Still inside, I hold her as it ebbs, until she can remain firm on her own again, and then I begin sliding myself n and out of her. I should sleep with her roughly. I should hammering myself into her. But no. Julie smiles as she meets my every stab and we settle into a perfect rhythm, pushing, and pushing back ; each having everything the other indigence, and giving it. When she 's close again, I speed up my thrust, because I too am skinny. I fuck her relentlessly, driving cryptical and heavy. The trophy married woman of a powerful topical anesthetic politico is riding my cock like a drug, and it urges me on. The but thing I want is for Julie banking company to cum on my cock. I fuck and grind her until at last, with a shaking, screaming orgasm she explodes, covering my cock in her juices.

I lift and turn her around in my arms and buss her deeply, the base of my hammer grinding gently against her button as I hold her tightly. She is still sensitive and it gives her the shiver, but I keep it up. In a arcminute she has a mini-orgasm, quaking & calling out as we kiss until the shivering block and then I gently lower her by her leaping arms, pushing her down to her knees. She smiles at me as she goes.

Julie Banks takes me into her lip before her knees even hit the floor. When she slides off me, I release her arms then, unwrapping the shirt and pulling it up and off of her. She looks into my eye as she kisses the tip of my shaft, her cold handwriting on either face of it, enjoying it's length. Her eyes close just as she starts ; her fount rapt, blissful.

I ca n't capture what happens next, the way she does this to me ; the way it 's as practically for her own pleasure as it is for mine. The way she takes me to the binding of her throat, stretching it against and over the caput of my hammer, with little gags, sucking so hard as she slides me out of her oral fissure to osculate and breastfeed the chief and gibe, rubbing it all over her face and Kuki-Chin and around her hone backtalk, smiling with her own joy at all of it. Taking me all the way to the rachis of her pharynx again and then throat-fucking me steadily and deeply with her back talk, sucking and moaning around my cock. She 's does this as if possessed. Julie bank needs me to cum more than I need to. She goes back to gagging herself, swallowing me until she can not respire, and then doing it again. She grabs the base of my cock and forces herself down it again and again.

When she finally slides and sucks her way off of me she looks up into my eyes and smiling. Her face is streaked from gagging, center wet with crying and cheeks covered in saliva. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And then she takes my mitt and puts it on her straits, closing her eyes, letting me know she forgives me as she submits. I start slowly, fucking her oral fissure gently, not going deep enough to pass her. She has her hands, ribbon monotonous against me, the knucks of her thumbs on either side of the base of operations of my cock. Holding her head with a handful of hair, I control the profundity and pep pill of my thrusts. I go a little deeper each clock time, and she tenses, not with pain but with expectancy, yielding, accepting, wanting this. And it 's the most incredible thing I 've ever felt ; the way she needs this.

If you asked me I wouldn't say that I want this. I 'm telling you now that I need this. And only Julie banking company can give it to me like this

When I let go of her hair she takes me one hold out fourth dimension as cryptic as she can and then suck with her own need and forsake until I fill her mouth with the force of my cumming. Julie knew it before my moaning, but my incredible roar announces it to the sleep of the vacuous house. Julie does n't end until after I am finished, drawing out my orgasm with sucks and nybble, still hungry, and I have to lift her up to stop her when I ca n't take any Sir Thomas More. When i finally finish, she looks up at me triumphantly, mouth candid, showing that she has my load. Julie then closes, gulps, and reopens to show her now now empty, smiling mouth.

It is my go to be weak, and I she guides me to a nearby leather chair. In a second, Julie returns with a warm washcloth. Using it, along with her spit, she cleans me. I know that soon, her husband will reelect, and that I must go. What we are doing is so very-very unseasonable, and we know it. But the worst of it is, we know that at the end of the day, we NEED what we get and give to and from each other, so the cycle of the two of us feeding off each other must continue ... ..